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"What's on the agenda today, Monty?"

I sat beside Monty in the Dropship, planning to help him with anything he needed. I wasn't a pro-mechanic, but I learnt some things on th Ark from Hydra Station and Orion. Orion would work in Mecha Station a lot, he even took me there a few times.

"I'm going to try and radio the Ark using an operational wristband in the circuit as a transmitter."

"Don't the wristbands short out when you take them off?" Everytime I'd seen someone take off a wristband it fizzled and the lights went out.

"I think I've found a way around that. I just need a wristband now."

I looked down at the silver around my wrist contemplating whether I should take it off. I didn't want my dad thinking I was dead, but what's the harm if we managed to radio the Ark. The one thing that confused me was I didn't want them down here, then my mind changed a little. Now I'm not sure. I liked things down here without them. Without a chancellor, without a council and without the adults treating us like we didn't understand anything.

I held out my wrist to Monty, "Use mine."

"Don't you want the Ark to know you're alive? You told me your mum died but what about your dad?"

"I don't want them down here, but others do. If it's going to help you then use mine. My dad hasn't seen me in over a year anyway."

"Okay. Hold still." Monty gently held my arm in his hand and used the other to start plying my wristband apart.

"Wait!" Clarke rushed forward. We both blinked at her confused. "Use my wristband instead."

Monty shook his head a little. "It doesn't matter whose I use, Clarke, as long as I have one."

"Good then use mine."

"Eden already-"

"No. Use Clarke's before she bursts a vein," I interrupted giggling a little at the situation. I stood up and moved to stand beside Finn, to allow Clarke to take my seat. With questioning raised eyebrows, I altered my gaze to Finn. "Why is she so desperate to have her wristband removed?"

Finn sighed disapprovingly staring at the blonde he obviously had feelings for. "She's trying to punish her mother for what she did. She's being reckless."

I nodded in understanding, the Clarke everyone knew wouldn't remove her wristband ever. "So Clarke does have a rebellious bone in her body. Impressive."

"Eden," Finn scolded.

"Sorry." I hid my mischievous smile with my hair only showing my innocent, green eyes.

"Yes! I did it. It’s still operational." Monty cheered holding the band like a trophy. 

Clarke walked over to us rolling her eyes at Finn's patronizing stare. "What? Monty needed a working wristband."

"And you needed to punish your mother," Finn stated.

"Look, they’re running out of air, and we need their help. My mother thinking I’m dead is only temporary." Fair play to Clarke, at least she put her wristband to use.

"Not if we can’t patch it through the dropship mainframe." Monty commented.

"We can do it. We’ll be talking to The Ark by nightfall." I asserted my positive thinking. Finn and Clarke left Monty and I alone to implement Monty's idea. The pair of us put our minds together to try and contact The Ark.

I was happy and relaxed here with Monty, it felt refreshing to put my mind to work at something I'm good at. Don't get me wrong, it was stressful knowing the camp was relying on us to contact the Ark, plus I could feel Monty's stress levels rising. However I found the fun in it, joking, laughing and bouncing ideas off Monty.

On the Ark, both Orion and I came from Hydra Station. I worked within the station and Orion worked in Mecha station. It was quite rare anyone born in Hydra Station worked elsewhere because we were quite a cut-off, self reliant station. In Hydra Station I became fairly good at engineering, but our station was focused on managing to recycle water, synthesizing water and growing under water life. There's not much I could do with those skills down here, but it was something.

"Hey Eden?" Monty put down the materials in his hands and looked at me.

"Yeah?"

"How do you know how to fight like that? It was pretty impressive."

"Well... my dad taught me. He always wanted a son, instead he was blessed with a brat like me."

"I think all dad's say they want a boy, to hide the fact they really want a little girl to care for."

I took a minute to think over what Monty said. "Maybe you're right. I was close with both of my parents, the tiniest bit closer to my dad. He seemed pretty chuffed, when I told him I wanted to learn how to fight and be good at engineering. Near enough gave him a heart attack when I announced it to him." I bounced in my seat and really faced Monty. "I suppose you were more of a mummy's boy?"

Monty cracked a grin. "Yeah you could say that. We've always been close."

"Do you miss them?"

"Yes. Do you miss your dad?"

I paused for a second to think about it. "I think so..."

"You think so?"

"I don't know," I laughed uncertain. "When I was taken away they put me in solitary confinement. They said I wasn't stable... a ticking time bomb. My dad he- visited a couple of times and then he stopped and I don't know why. I think he couldn't stand being around me, but then I remind myself that my dad isn't like that. So then I think, maybe they stopped him seeing me."

"And... you resent him a little."

"Yeah. I guess I do. But hey, what can ya do?" I shrugged with a smile. "I've got you guys now."

Heavy footsteps captured Monty and I's attention making us look back to see Clarke.

"Oh hey Clar-"

"Eden, come with me. You're needed." Clarke blankly cut me off which made me frown. I thought we were fine, well clearly not. Clarke left without waiting to hear a response from me. Glancing at Monty I heaved a sigh and walked out to where I saw her entering a tent. As soon as I stepped in I found Octavia, Jasper and Bellamy all tensely waiting.

"What's going on?" I questioned no one in particular.

Silent pause. "Wells was murdered."

"What? How?"

Jasper cautiously raised his hand. "I found his fingers cut off."

What the hell! Why would the Grounders come here and kill one of our own? Nobody crossed the border. No one showed any hostility or aggression to the other side. And Wells of all people. He had only just gotten his best friend back and I started to warm up to him. Of all people he didn't deserve to die, even if his father was Jaha.

Clarke held up a knife. Presumably the knife that killed Jasper, the only problem was... "It looks like metal from the dropship."

"What do you mean?" Octavia asked.

"Who else knows about this?" Clarke questioned Octavia.

"No one. We brought it straight here."

"Clarke?" Bellamy spoke up.

"It means the Grounders didn't kill Wells. It was one of us."

I was quick to respond, "What if it was a grounder and they just stole one of our knives."

"Wishful thinking." Bellamy muttered.

"So, there's a murderer in camp?" Octavia looked around.

"There's more than one murderer in this camp. This isn't news. We need to keep this quiet."

"Bellamy's right," I agreed.

"Get out of my way, Bellamy."

"Clarke," I intervened. "Come on. Think about this reasonably. What are you going to do? Go out there and declare someone has killed one of their own. Then what? It will be chaos."

Stubborn Clarke barged passed me only to be stopped by Bellamy. The look on her face showed she didn't care and probably wouldn't listen to us.

"Clarke, be smart about this. Look at what we’ve achieved… the wall, the patrols. Like it or not, thinking the Grounders killed Wells is good for us."

"Oh, good for you, you mean. What… keep people afraid and they’ll work for you? Is that it?"

"Yeah. That's it. But it’s good for all of us. Fear of the Grounders is building that wall. And besides, what are you gonna do… just walk out there and ask the killer to step forward? You don’t even know whose knife that is."

Clarke paused for a second. She glanced at me and something seemed to click behind her eyes. "It was you."

"What?" I almost yelled out in shock and horror. I never expected to be accused. There were 95 people down here and Clarke chose to push the blame onto me. What enraged me more was that Clarke and I sorted out our differences yesterday. This had to be why she was off with me when she came to get me. She thought I did it this whole time. "Why are you accusing me?"

Octavia and Jasper voiced their protests in my defence, as did Bellamy with a calmly surprised expression. "Clarke you can't accuse people without proof. Do you have proof?" That was pretty great defence from Bellamy bearing in mind, well, it's Bellamy Blake: a handsome asshole.

"I saw you last night, Eden. You said you'd be on watch with Wells, but then I saw you coming out of the treelines looking shaken up. You were the last one to see Wells. You looked like you'd seen a ghost... or maybe even a dead body. You were in shock after you rammed this knife into his neck!"

"Back the fuck off! I didn't kill Wells! I get that you seem to hate me, for some unknown reason, but I didn't kill the boy you treated like shit."

"You can't deny it. What did you get locked up for on the Ark? I heard from my parents that a boy named Orion floated a woman with the last name Taylor. That was your boyfriend wasn't it? If he was a killer you could be too."

"You're boyfriend floated your mum?" Jasper and Octavia gasped astonished. The one remark that captured my attention was Bellamy.

"You have a boyfriend?" Now Bellamy looked confused, I didn't feel the need to correct him now though. It wasn't the time.

"What does that have to do with anything, Clarke? I did not kill Wells so change the record. In case you hadn't noticed, I was the only one that mostly gave him the time of day." Everyone stared at me expectantly and with accusing eyes. "I'm a hot headed red head, but Wells was built like a truck, he'd run me over."

"You never take anything seriously. Wells is dead. All you care about is having fun and being happy."

The scowl on my face deepened, I'd had enough. I lunged at Clarke to hit her or something but Bellamy yanked me back. I fought to escape his grip but Bellamy was like a steel vice.

"You all think I killed Wells because I like to have fun. There's no correlation with that! I'm not a fucking psychopath!"

"So you didn't do it?"

"No! Are you deaf? If you're looking for someone to blame look closer to home. If your mum could set your dad up for death I'm sure you have it in you to kill the boy you despised for ages. It's in your DNA."

"What did you just say?" I knew I really struck a chord with Clarke yet I no longer cared. She started with the low blows and I'll be damned if I didn't finish it.

"You heard me, Princess! You're a selfish bitch like your mum. All she had to do was save my mum, but she wouldn't. She's also the reason I was thrown in solitary, she told them I was crazy and a danger to everybody, including myself. That wasn't true. It wasn't my fault it was theirs and she fucking knew that!" Clarke looked clueless. "I hope the people on the Ark find out what your mother did and I hope they float her."

Clarke slapped me. "Maybe you are a psychopath. Whatever happened was clearly your fault. You deserved what you got."

I laughed humorlessly, "You don't know shit."

"Look let's calm down. There's no reason to tell the camp, we can deal with this." Bellamy's eyes caught mine and held them for a while. He appeared the slightest bit worried.

Clarke stopped her assault for a mere second before piping up again. "You helped Murphy do it."

"What?" I exclaimed exasperated. "Where are you getting this from?"

"J.M. John Murphy," Clarke read off Murphy's initials on the blade and began jumping to conclusions. "The people have a right to know." The determined blonde marched out of the tent followed by the four of us.

I immediately spotted John up ahead barking at some of the camp. "No water till this section is up! What? What are you staring at, huh?"

"You son of a bitch!" Clarke shoved Murphy causing him to stumble back.

"What’s your problem?"

"Recognize this?"

"It’s my knife. Where’d you find it?" Gears began spinning in my head and images of yesterday blinded me. I remember Murphy making a new knife because he lost his old one. That was his old one, so anyone who found it could have killed Wells.

"Where you dropped it after you killed Wells."

"Where I what? The Grounders killed Wells, not me."

I left Bellamy's side and stepped between Clarke and Murphy. "He didn't kill Wells. He lost his knife and that's his old one."

"You expect me to believe that. I know what you two did, and you're gonna pay for it."

"Us two?"

"You and Eden."

"Oh shut up Clarke. We didn't do it." I groaned.

"Really? Bellamy, you believe this crap?" Murphy threw up his hands.

"You threatened to kill him. We all heard you. You hated Wells."

I rolled my eyes. "So did Clarke or did you forget that. She hated him the most. You're really beginning to sound desperate, blaming Murphy and I."

"Plenty of people hated Wells. His father was the Chancellor that locked us up."

"Yeah, but you’re the only one who got in a knife fight with him, Murphy."

"Yeah, I didn’t kill him then, either."

"Tried to kill Jasper, too."

This was really becoming ridiculous. Murphy and I were being thrown to the wolves with a predetermined fate.

"Come on. This is ridiculous. We don’t have to answer to you. We don’t have to answer to anyone." 

I smacked Murphy's arm glaring at him. Now that really didn't help our case.

"Come again?"

"Bellamy, look, I’m telling you, man. I didn’t do this."

"Bellamy. You have to stop this, you know how this will end."

"They found his fingers on the ground with your knife, and Clarke saw you last night. I saw you last night."

"That doesn't mean anything, Bellamy. You know me, and Murphy may be an ass but he's not a killer."

"Is this the kind of society that we want? You say there should be no rules. Does that mean that we can kill each other without… without punishment?" Clarke started addressing the camp, riling them up.

"I already told you. We didn’t kill anyone!"

"I say we float them." Connor stepped forward, the boy who Murphy had a go at earlier for needing water.

The whole camp erupted into yells of agreement and at that moment I felt my heart plummet and mind go blank. I caught Bellamy's eyes and he looked as shocked as me.

"That’s not what I’m saying," Clarke began to try and get back power of the 100 but it wasn't happening. They wanted blood and they were going to get it. "Revenge isn’t justice."

"It’s justice. Float him! Grab her!"

Murphy and I shared a knowing look then tried to bolt in one direction. The crowd grabbed both he and I and threw Murphy to the ground where they began kicking and punching him.

"No! Get off him! Get off of him!"

"Get your hands off me!" I barked. My elbow came into contact with something hard only for someone's fist to smash into my bruised stomach. I gasped out in utter pain feeling my body go numb as I was grabbed again.

"Hey! Let her go!" I could here Bellamy arguing with some kid but it was no use. Murphy and I were being hauled to our death ceremonies, and it seemed like the camp had a game of hangman in mind.

Bile rose in my throat at the idea of being hung, I knew that it wouldn't be an instant death and that really scared me. The closer I was dragged towards a towering tree the more resistance I put up. Murphy on the other hand was thrown down the small decline and tumbled to a stop at the base of the tree.

Clarke's pleading yells were more distinguished to the rest of the raucous, it was her fault we were even about to get 'floated'. I only just noticed that Murphy had been gagged. He was pulled up and stood on a few boxes with a makeshift rope around his neck.

Connor motioned for me to be pulled forward where I was stood by the box Murphy stood on.

"You're not an asshole like Murphy and the camp quite likes you." Connor nodded towards the boxes and continued. "Be the one to do it and we'll let you go like nothing happened... or we'll string you up too. Your choice."

I felt my body tremble slightly at the ultimatum. Not once did I give a second thought as to whether Murphy did kill Wells because I knew he didn't. Murphy wasn't like that, therefore I couldn't turn my back on him.

Fuck. I seriously hate Clarke right now.

"I'm not going to do it." I stood my ground and straightened my posture. "We didn't kill Wells so... you can go fuck yourself!"

Connor nodded with an expression that showed me he wasn't expecting that sort of response. Good. Now they all know how loyal I am. A gag was slipped over my head and I was held off to the side.

Out of my peripheral vision I could see that Bellamy took a step forward. "Connor," his voice sounded like a warning. He glanced over at me then back at Connor.

"Hey guys!" He yelled. "I think Bellamy should be the one to do it."

The whole camp started chanting his name, filling the whole area with their yells.

My hearing seemed to fizzle away into nothing but the rapid sound of my heartbeat.

The edges of my vision glazed over. I could see Clarke crying which I didn't understand, this wasn't happening to her it was happening because of her.

My heart lept right out of my chest a few seconds later. My chest caved in on itself and a strangled shriek crawled up my throat and sprung out of my mouth. Bellamy kicked the box from beneath Murphy. His body flailed desperately whilst he choked.

I was hoisted onto a box beside him.

I felt like I could feel Murphy's anguish and it was nauseating. His body spasmed and wriggled as if he were possessed. That would be me. Tears began to gloss my eyes and brim the edges. My skin was ablaze and my head pounded with an ominous pulse. In my conscious coma of terror I made out Bellamy exchanging punches with a blonde boy.

That image all warped into nothing when I felt the box shift beneath me.










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